Chapter 1- Homesick

"Dear God Carmen, what are you doing?"

"What does it look like? I'm watching the Clemson-Carolina game!" I tilted the tiny TV, "Reception sucks in here". I mumbled under my breath. Cammy, my best friend, glared at me from across the room. Why do I always get that response? Why am I always the victim?

Oh yeah, allow me to introduce myself. I'm Carmen and Cammy and I just transferred here from the states. We're a tad new.

"CLEMSON SCORES!" I roared and the entire common room turned to face me. As I did my touchdown dance, McGonagall stormed in.

"What is that blasted racket?!" she shrieked

"No clue what you're talking about" I said sitting calmly with my arms crossed. She walked out.

"Why DO you have to do that?" a boy from across the room asked.

"Dude, it's my duty as an American to watch the game. It's like sacred!" With this said I stood up and put my hand on my heart.

"With liberty and justice for all!" I looked at the tiny TV and shrieked. "OH MY GOD WE WON!!!!!" Even Cammy couldn't help but cheer. So we both stood up and did our victory dance.

"I need some fresh air" I announced and headed towards the door.

"I'm coming" Cammy said began to get up, but fell back when a tall brown-haired boy sat down beside her.

"Hi" he said.

"Hiffhsshsfdhfsb" she said.

"That's Cammy language for hello" I yelled as I walked out of the room, I stopped short, "Go Tigers!"

I walked down the stone steps and out of the castle, and found myself in the middle of a giant field. Might as well explore. As I started to walk across, I felt a hard, leather ball hit me on the back of the head.

"OWW! SON OF A…" I roared

"Sorry!" a thick Scottish accent cut my sentence short. A brown-haired boy on a broomstick flew down towards me.

"Oww", I said rubbing my sore head, "you could watch where you're going"

"You were on the field", he retorted.

"Oh and so that gave you the right to attack me with a ball?" What is his problem?

"You could've moved", he said with a grin.

"Oh you are impossible", I said storming off the field.

"Oh yeah, you're the American. You have my sympathy. Must be hard coming to a country that's educated" he glared.

At this point I turned around with my fists clenched and started to run at him. He has his back turned so he was very surprised when I tackled him and found myself inches from his face. No one ever insults me. "YOU EGOTISTICAL, SARCASTIC IDIOT! DOES THAT SOUND EDUCATED?!" He looked at me in surprise.

"Well, I guess I was wrong. Would you mind getting off of me?"

Oh yeah, good point. I got up and started to storm away. "Europeans", I muttered.

"Americans", he muttered.